Beautiful Design – Haven Snow (1)

I try to process what happened. My brain skips and stutters, replaying the violence frame by frame. The gunshot. The fist to the throat. The way that guys teeth fell from his mouth. My hands shake. My legs refuse to move. There’s a sound behind me, soft, a whirr and a click. I turn toward the noise and see the laptop. The lid is open. I tell myself not to touch it. I tell myself it’s none of my business.

But it is my business. It’s all I have left. I move to the bench, drop down, and pull the laptop closer. Touching the pad, the screen powers on, the desktop awash in icons. No password, no lock screen. I start with the first folder. It’s called “M.O.D.” I have to look twice, because the acronym means nothing to me. Inside the folder are hundreds of files. Some are text, some are video, most are high-resolution images.

The first is a series of photographs— surveillance stills of an academy, Westpoint. At first, the images are banal: people in uniform, teachers on the steps. Then the sequence changes. There’s a shot of the building at night, lit by emergency strobes. Smoke pours from a hole in the roof. The next morning, the place is a husk, windows blown out, police tape strung across the lawn.

I open a text file. It’s a log, written in a weird half-code. I see my own name in the first paragraph, then my name, then a string of words that make my blood run cold: “Observe, report, escalate. If contact persists, activate Protocol J/11.” I back out, heart slamming in my chest. The next folder is called “Assets.” It’s full of faces. Some I recognize from the news: politicians, cops, a handful of lawyers. Every image has a note attached, a single line of black text. “Compromised.” “Under review.”

“Flagged for disposal.” “Green light.” I scroll faster, desperate to reach the end. The last row holds a single image. It’s me. The photo is from last night, just before the gala. I’m standing in the kitchen of my apartment, tie crooked, smile fake. The annotation is just one word. “Dispatch.” I just stare at the laptop. My hands tremble so hard I think I might drop it. I want to puke, but there’s nothing left inside me. There’s a noise in the hall—soft at first, then closer.

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Book Cover by Jnxarts Book Cover Formatting by Haven Snow Editing by Vixen Quill Collective First edition 2026 1kitap1.com/en Contents Dedication Author Note 1. Chapter One: Landon 2. Chapter Two: Briar 3. Chapter Three: Landon 4. Chapter Four: Briar 5. Chapter Five: Landon 6. Chapter Six: Briar 7. Chapter Seven: Landon 8. Chapter Eight: Briar 9. Chapter Nine: Landon 10. Chapter Ten: Briar 11. Chapter Eleven: Landon 12. Chapter Twelve: Briar 13. Chapter Thirteen: Landon 14. Chapter Fourteen: Briar 15. Chapter Fifteen: Landon Other Works About Haven Snow 1kitap1.com/en Dedication To the readers who don’t want safe love, who don’t flinch at teeth behind a smile, and who understand that being wanted can feel just as terrifying as it does intoxicating.

You were never meant to be handled gently. 1kitap1.com/en T Author Note HIS IS FOR READERS 18+. It’s a stand alone MM (male/male) dark psychological romance that is part of a larger MM dark romance world. Rating: R This novella contains dark themes, explicit material, and morally corrupt characters. Please read with care.

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